wanting to be fair

Abbie Mills Appreciation Week: Why I Adore Lieutenant Abbie Mills

As a character, Abbie Mills embodies all the characteristics you would want to have in a lead character. She’s tough but fair. She is compassionate but not naive. And she is so about the people she cares about even sometimes to her own detriment. What I adore most about the character is that she is flawed just like we all are. She has made her fair share of mistakes but eventually faced them, learned from them and ultimately grew into a skilled and respected police lieutenant and a woman people willingly follow.

Why Abbie is so important to me is that she gives a realistic and nuanced view of a black woman being all the things that have until recently been reserved for her white counterpart. Positive representation matters. Seeing an African American woman being well rounded and doing the things so long denied her in entertainment makes my heart smile. The character actually came along just when I was starting to truly believe there would never be a female character I could personally relate to. She’s down to earth yet seems to enthrall all those around her. I hope that we get to see her continue to grow and demonstrate to all that black women are more than capable of leading and carrying a show.

A Bigger Picture

Irritating, smartass, beautiful Dean Winchester joins Cas on the ferris wheel – quite to Cas’s chagrin until it’s realized that Dean is afraid of heights.

Rated T for swearing.


He’d wanted to be alone. Or at least, that was what Cas was telling himself as one Dean Winchester climbed up the metal steps and slid into the seat beside him. Trying to ignore the irritation that threatened to tick away at his patience, Cas turned to look in the opposite direction, the clerk who manned the ferris wheel clicking the safety bar before them into place and backing away.

All Cas had wanted was to get to the top and look down on the fair. It was one of the few joys he got at such gatherings, and he liked to think it gave him perspective in a life that was hard to find such. A calming sort of practice so to speak, and the closest he could get to the sky being away at college. He had a pilot’s license, but the university wasn’t exactly down with the idea of him parking his plane in the parking lot, so it had to stay with his parents – three whole hours away.

Instead of that simple joy however, he was stuck with know-it-all Dean Winchester. The one person that, in all the Lit classes Cas had taken since he’d started college two years prior, he couldn’t stand. They clearly had the same English major as they ended up in classes together all the time, and it didn’t seem to matter what Cas had to say, Dean always had to comment. Always had to try and one-up him on every analysis, every answer, every single thing he said. It’d gotten to the point where Cas had started the same game back, which left them to struggle for dominance while their profs watched on in brow-raised silence.

Truly, Cas despised no one else more.

"Hey, Cas," Dean greeted a moment after they were locked in, Cas pursing his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest. Dean was holding into the safety bar, his hands tight as he stared down at the metal foothold where their feet sat.

"Hello, Dean," Cas replied flatly.

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I just want you to know, if you genuinely don’t like exo especially chen then feel free to unfollow me: no hard feelings even if we’ve been mutuals forever or are super great friends 

I don’t want to shove something you hate down your throat and I don’t want to see your passive aggressive “exo sucks” stuff bc i mean that’s your opinion and I don’t want to silence you, but also it’s not fair to ruin my parade like that

anonymous asked:

I think maybe Julie compared bonkai to delena because nobody ever thought that Elena would want to be with Damon, who in all fairness, was pretty disgusting towards her. Just like no one would expect for Bonnie to want to be with Kai, who is basically s1/s2 aasshole Damon some extra feelings that he acquired.

i know what u mean because i sometimes think chris wood rewatched s1/2 damon and molded at least part of his acting on him, cuz i swear they are soooo similar sometimes. even some of the physicality is identical, it’s eerie. so in that sense, bonkai is an early delena, but with a lot more sass and agency on both sides. i was a fan of s1/2 elena but she only had her “goodness” and stubbornness to fight off damon, whereas bonnie has a much wider arsenal and, at this point, a greyer morality. 

It’s me or this fandom is getting really mean?I have always noticed that if in the series doesn’t happen what they want, they get angry. But tbh, this last season they’ve been worse than ever. Come on, Glee stopped being Glee since the end of the third season, and if you decide to continue watching the series, it’s cause you like it. If you don’t, then turn off the TV and stop watching. Life isn’t always fair, not always give us what we want, & some people nvr change. And that’s what Glee shows.

anonymous asked:

Why do you have to be so god damn attractive. It's not fair. I never wanted to fall in love with you but here I am. You're sweet but you're also a god damn asshole and I just want you to slam me against a wall and fuck me until I can't walk straight.

Oh gosh I-I don’t know how to respond to this I’m so embarrassed u////u hhhhhhh

CIVILIAN FILES: THIS GUY

FIRST APPEARANCE: OPERATION T.U.R.N.I.P.

BASE: GRANDPA’S FARM

Oh come on, I can’t classify this guy as a villain! Sure, he grew a giant, evil turnip (and yes, it is evil, hush), but he didn’t MEAN to! The poor guy just wanted to win the county fair. Besides, his love of gardening, outdated clothing, and muted color palette reminds me of home. 

…he looks a little too young to be Numbuh 3′s grandpa, doesn’t he?

Thank you to everyone who replied to the post about Mango!  I do want to think about it and talk it over with Sarah a bit more as I want to be sure we’re being fair to the birds we already have and that we’ve considered all the possibilities, but if and when we set up a fundraiser I will definitely keep you all posted!

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To be fair I wouldn’t want my coworkers in my vag, much as I love them

Do you want to know a gross thing about my family which explains why this didn’t occur to me? I’ll take that as a yes.

So my great-uncle, my grandmother’s brother-in-law and uncle to my mom and her three sisters, was the OB/GYN who delivered all of my cousins. Not me because I was born elsewhere, but my uncle essentially had his head/hands all up in my aunts’ respective hoohahs. So the idea that Mindy would care if one of her coworkers got all up in there never even crossed my mind, because that’s so much less disturbing than my family history.

anonymous asked:

I really want to marry you its not even fair.

oh my god. really?! why would you want to marry me? 

There are sooooo many pieces of Industrial Strength body jewellery that I want it’s not fair at all
I need to get a billion more piercings too
And like 12000 microdermals
And my tattoos

Football Team signup

If you have been here long enough to remember the old football team, then it’s gonna be a similar kinda thing. 

You don’t gotta be good, you just gotta want to play, and be able to play nice and fair because this is a friendly game. All genders are welcome, so ladies as long as you don’t mind getting muddy you’re more than welcome to play. There’s also gonna be a cheerleading team, that’s lead by Kate and I think same rules apply, be nice and anyone is welcome. Talk to her if you wanna sign up for that.

Gimme a message so that I know rough numbers of people who wanna play, and we’ll meet for the first time on Saturday. Shoutout to our headmistress for giving us the money to get the pitch and the uniforms and shit.

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“Dear Lupita,” it reads, “I think you’re really lucky to be this Black but yet this successful in Hollywood overnight. I was just about to buy Dencia’s Whitenicious cream to lighten my skin when you appeared on the world map and saved me.”
My heart bled a little when I read those words. I could never have guessed that my first job out of school would be so powerful in and of itself and that it would propel me to be such an image of hope in the same way that the women of The Color Purple were to me.
I remember a time when I too felt unbeautiful. I put on the TV and only saw pale skin, I got teased and taunted about my night-shaded skin. And my one prayer to God, the miracle worker, was that I would wake up lighter-skinned. The morning would come and I would be so excited about seeing my new skin that I would refuse to look down at myself until I was in front of a mirror because I wanted to see my fair face first. And every day I experienced the same disappointment of being just as dark as I had been the day before. I tried to negotiate with God: I told him I would stop stealing sugar cubes at night if he gave me what I wanted; I would listen to my mother’s every word and never lose my school sweater again if he just made me a little lighter. But I guess God was unimpressed with my bargaining chips because He never listened.
And when I was a teenager my self-hate grew worse, as you can imagine happens with adolescence. My mother reminded me often that she thought that I was beautiful but that was no consolation: She’s my mother, of course she’s supposed to think I am beautiful. And then Alek Wek came on the international scene. A celebrated model, she was dark as night, she was on all of the runways and in every magazine and everyone was talking about how beautiful she was. Even Oprah called her beautiful and that made it a fact. I couldn’t believe that people were embracing a woman who looked so much like me as beautiful. My complexion had always been an obstacle to overcome and all of a sudden, Oprah was telling me it wasn’t. It was perplexing and I wanted to reject it because I had begun to enjoy the seduction of inadequacy. But a flower couldn’t help but bloom inside of me. When I saw Alek I inadvertently saw a reflection of myself that I could not deny. Now, I had a spring in my step because I felt more seen, more appreciated by the far away gatekeepers of beauty, but around me the preference for light skin prevailed. To the beholders that I thought mattered, I was still unbeautiful. And my mother again would say to me, “You can’t eat beauty. It doesn’t feed you.” And these words plagued and bothered me; I didn’t really understand them until finally I realized that beauty was not a thing that I could acquire or consume, it was something that I just had to be.
And what my mother meant when she said you can’t eat beauty was that you can’t rely on how you look to sustain you. What is fundamentally beautiful is compassion for yourself and for those around you. That kind of beauty enflames the heart and enchants the soul. It is what got Patsey in so much trouble with her master, but it is also what has kept her story alive to this day. We remember the beauty of her spirit even after the beauty of her body has faded away.
And so I hope that my presence on your screens and in the magazines may lead you, young girl, on a similar journey. That you will feel the validation of your external beauty but also get to the deeper business of being beautiful inside. There is no shade to that beauty.